"So I am alive today because of you and Caesar," Professor Luttman continued. "Emil Gottschalk lives for the same reason. He wanted to give you—" Professor Luttman named a greater sum of money than the boy had ever thought existed.
"I would not accept his money," Franz asserted firmly.
Professor Luttman said, "So I told him, so your father told him, too, but both of us agreed that the Hospice of St. Bernard might well use it. Now the Prior and I have talked, and the Prior declares that you shall decide how that money may be spent."
Franz murmured, "I would like enough to keep Caesar in food, so that he will not be sent away from the Hospice."
The Prior laughed. "If there was any danger of Caesar being sent away—and there isn't the slightest—there is enough money to feed him for the next hundred years and a vast sum besides."
Franz looked appealingly at the Prior. "I am not worthy to spend a sum so huge!"
"You must," the Prior told him. "No one else can."
Franz turned his troubled eyes to the floor. After a moment, he looked up.